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artfulforger ([personal profile] artfulforger) wrote2016-11-01 12:44 am

A Shining in Colorado

Whatever life Arthur and Eames had dreamt of for their future, all of that ended one Halloween when they got drawn into a house they came to know as Rose Red. Since then, their plans of working in dream share for the time they had was gone. Instead they were dealing with the supernatural. Whether they wanted to or not. Even when they tried to ignore it, the preternatural found them time and again, and so they had given in to the spirits and ghouls about them and changed their life plans.

Which was how they ended up in a private car on a long and winding road up the side of a mountain heading for a hotel built by a man with his hand in everything at the turn of the century. The Stanley Hotel.

The owners had been directed to them by someone, and that they couldn't say who recommended them left Eames nervous. Or maybe it was the way they kept heading up, the way the driver had said little, and that all he had found online was a lot, A LOT, of stories about hauntings. Including twin girls and people going missing.

"So... Did you tell Peter where we were? In case we don't come back?" He still found it odd they were relying on a werewolf, but at least they had someone with supernatural knowledge and some serious strength watching their backs.
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[personal profile] bamf_pointman 2016-11-01 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
There were days when Arthur missed the simplicity (however simple it could be made anyhow) of dream share. That wasn't to say of course that he didn't keep a hand in it whenever he could. Research he could do and did very well, thank you. However, mixing dreams with spirits hadn't turned out very well in the past and they had long since given that up.

The fact that the owners couldn't say who had recommended them made something in his gut clench. A feeling he had long since named his intuition. All signs were pointing to 'leave now and don't turn back'. But they had a job and ever the professional, he didn't turn away a job.

It was a hotel. Over the course of his career, he had spent plenty of time in hotels (before and after Rose Red), so he wasn't sure why this one was giving him the creeps.

He turned away from the scenery and looked at Eames with a nod. "I did and he said if he didn't hear from us in two days, he'll hunt us down himself." It was still odd to him just how their friendship with Peter had turned out. If he were honest, he was sure it was a good thing for Peter as well, getting out of Beacon Hills as he did nowadays.